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The idea is to make a na for oneself in Central State, with a strong belief that it’s better to be a phoenix’s tail than a chicken’s head.

Entering the outer city area, the buildings are complexly constructed, and the environnt is sowhat harsh.

People co and go in the streets, leaving in a hurry without lingering. Most of the cultivators here are in the Qi Refining Realm, and there are also mortals living here.

Passing by a shop in the outer city, he stops and notices a sign at the entrance.

Rooms for rent, the cheapest of which requires three low-grade spirit stones per month.

Given the living conditions, the price is slightly high, but even so, many cultivators are eager to rent a place; having a stable residence is very important.

Lin Fan asks the vendor by the street where the fortune teller in the outer city is located, and the vendor points to a direction.

"Thank you."

Following the direction pointed by the vendor, he arrives at a place and discovers a line of people outside a seemingly unremarkable, rundown house, among whom there are quite a few cultivators.

While in line with the crowd, seeing so many cultivators arriving indicates that the fortune teller indeed has capabilities. Thinking of the words spoken by the female cultivator, it’s strange that soone who is just a mortal can predict so accurately.

A rough-looking man speaks loudly with a coarse voice to those around him.

"The old master is truly accurate, said my wife would give birth to a boy, and she really did."

"If he’s already predicted for you, why co again?"

"Of course, to give the old master so pig knuckles. If you ask , so fortune tellers outside the city are just frauds; they even need your birth date and ti to predict your fate, having written records, isn’t that just fake?"

The rough man’s words received the crowd’s approval; indeed, there are plenty of scams for food and drink. To speak of true skills, it’s still the old master.

"Do you still rember Cultivator Cui?"

"Is that the guy with the eight-character mustache?"

"Yes, just recently he asked the old master for a prediction. The old master said he shouldn’t leave this place for the next month, but he ignored it for the sake of earning so spirit stones, and went to set up formations for others. Who could have thought he’d actually have a conflict, engaging in a fight and getting battered up? His wife and child had to collect his body, the scene was mournful."

Listening while in line, Lin Fan feels touched.

Whether in the world of cultivating immortals or in his own world, the lives of those at the bottom always involves struggling to survive.

He grows more curious about the old master inside the house, wondering if he could get the information he desires from him.

Gradually, people co out of the house one after another.

So leave dejected.

So clench their fists, faces glowing with satisfaction, clearly having gotten a satisfactory answer from the old master.

He also learns from others that the old master can only predict for cultivators below Core Formation, aning those in the Qi Refining Realm.

Indeed, this is true, but those living here are mostly in the Qi Refinent, those who have successfully established their Foundation have long moved to the inner city, where they wouldn’t continue to stay here.

Not much ti passes.

Finally, it’s his turn.

He lifts the curtain and enters; the room isn’t large, but it’s tidy and clean, with a desk, a bookshelf, a bed, and so on.

On the bed sits a child who looks only four or five years old, happily playing with wooden toys.

His gaze falls on the old master sitting at the desk, appearing to be ready to depart from this world at any mont, yet his deanor incredibly calm.

Lin Fan bows to the old master, then says, "May I ask if the old master can make a prediction for ."

The old master smiles and nods, gesturing for Lin Fan to sit down; his muddled eyes look closely at Lin Fan. Were he an ordinary Qi Refinent cultivator or mortal, the old master would’ve already spoken by now instead of remaining silent this long.

"What do you want to know?" The elder cannot discern and asks, having already seen Lin Fan’s extraordinariness.

"I want to know where the immortals are."

"Immortals..."

The elder’s expression changes slightly, quickly regaining calm, he stands up, goes to the bookshelf, takes out an unremarkable wooden box, returns to the desk. Inside the box lays an ancient turtle shell and three copper coins.

The elder places the copper coins inside the turtle shell, closes his eyes, makes hand gestures while holding the turtle shell, shaking it in a manner incomprehensible to ordinary people; he’s not predicting immortals for Lin Fan, but rather predicting Lin Fan.

Suddenly.

The elder opens his eyes, his pupils widen, suddenly coughs out a mouthful of blood, splattering across the table, shocking Lin Fan who quickly stands up, wanting to check the old master’s state but is stopped by the old master raising his hand.

"No harm, no harm."

The old master waves his hand, while the child playing with toys on the bed runs over naked to the old master, clinging to his leg, crying out "Grandpa, Grandpa."

The cultivators in line outside hear the commotion, their expressions change drastically, rushing in, seeing the old master spitting blood, imdiately alard, their glance falls onto Lin Fan in an instant.

"You wicked scoundrel, how dare you harm the old master..."

Upon finishing, these Qi Refinent cultivators are about to grab their weapons for a fight.

Though the old master is only a mortal, the local cultivators hold deep respect for him, many have benefitted from his guidance, avoiding disasters.

Now, with a villain daring to harm the old master, isn’t that endangering their lives?

"Stop." The old master raises his hand to halt, "He’s not related, I calculated what shouldn’t be calculated, suffered a backlash. I appreciate everyone’s concern, I’m not predicting anymore today, please all return."

The cultivators present are reasonable, naturally not saying much, so even take out dicinal pills.

"Old master, this is a small recovery pill, taking it will be beneficial to the injury."

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